Warning: If you absolutely must spoil it for yourself becuase you are easily offended, scroll to the bottom.
My Children
They come in here almost every night. I know them by the tops of their heads: Red, Black, Red, Brown.
They are my children.
They come in here in two pairs. One Red with Black, one Red with Brown. The ShortRed is with Black, TallRed with Brown.
Always here to do the same thing, they are. ShortRed and Black, TallRed and Brown, seperate, go into their corners.
They "kiss", a word I learned from White and White's Followers. They come in sometimes to practice spells. Dark spells, it hurts when they miss and hit me.
TallRed and Brown are a lot slower and more considerate than ShortRed and Black, more gentle when they touch. ShortRed and black are rough, forceful and harsh. Sometimes ShortRed gives Black marks.
Sometimes they throw my pillows at each other, and laugh. The Reds and Black are stronger and faster than Brown, but Brown is avenged when they look away.
The throwing pillows always ends the same way, with kisses, between TallRed and Brown, ShortRed and Black.
White and Followers don't like them, the Reds, Black and Brown. They say things that make ShortRed and Brown angry.
White doesn't like that they are together, TallRed and Brown, ShortRed and Black. Followers think that White wants Black. White and Followers try to get in here sometimes, but I won't let them. They are my children- TallRed and Brown, ShortRed and Black.
My children.
"Hermoine, have you ever felt like we're being watched?" Ginny asked, peering suspiciously at the ceiling, then sparing a glance sideways for her as-of-her-last-growth-spurt shorter borther.
"Don't be silly, Gin," Hermoine laughed, and pulled the tall redhead down for a kiss.
Endwarning: Hermoine/Ginny, Harry/Ron, unrequited Draco!Harry